An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ghor.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a giant book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ghor' scribed in glowing white ink.

Author:    Ghor           
Date:      Tue Jan 20 18:09:46
2009
Subject     Ghor background

As he neared the final cavern, he
slowed. There was only a single candle
burning in the depths of the mountain,
and no spell components had been laid
out for him. His master, an old and
twisted theiwar dwarf, sat on a mat in
the center of the room. He looked up as
Ghor entered.

"Where have you been boy? I've been waiting for you." 

The
ancient dwarf stared out at Ghor, his dark eyes piercing. 

"Apologies,
master, I couldn't find the ale."

The old dwarf sighed, and gestured to the
cushion set opposite him on the
floor. 

"Sit down, boy. We need to discuss
your future."

Ghor sat, facing the old man apprehensively. 

"The time has
come that your powers have outstripped my teaching." 

Ghor stirred,
"Master, surely you are one of the most powerf-" "Powerful?"
The old
dwarf cut him off, "Powerful? Boy I was so weak, they never let me
take the
tests, must less pass them. No, it's time for you to head west. The
mages there
will teach you much that you need to know." 

The old dwarf sighed again, and
gestured towards a pack that had been set by
the exit. 

"Take that with you.
There's a little money in there, and some food.
Remember boy: The gods of magic
are your guides now. Don't fail them.
Nuitari especially is vengeful on those
who flaunt him, as I once learned."


The dwarf raised his hand, and Ghor saw
the scars that ran down the fingers
and crisscrossed the wrist. Blood oozed from
them slowly. The old dwarf
swiftly re-wrapped the wounds. 

"It's time for you
to go, boy. Get the pack. The mages are waiting for
you."

And so, Ghor took a
few meger posessions, and headed towards Wayreth forest,
and the Tower of Mages
there. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'